Young Roddy - Dear Father lyrics

[Intro] What up brother man? Black man, brown man, sister, women, brother, brother from another. This sh** you probably didn't know about. I think now you know. [?] [Verse] And them lil' n***as stay car-jacking Use b**h n***as for target practice Every time we f**ed man she came first and that's automatic Cops all in my rear view but its still ain't no looking backwards 3 bricks with 2 n***as and 1 plan, let's make it happen n***a f** with our paper, f** with our profit n***a we clappin I'm ducked off, I be MIA when I touch down in Miami And I'm laying it down, I stand tall, I big dog this status Like clockwork I moved mad work when I was posted up off that alley, b**h Stack paper stay low key, this young boy turned OG All hail Route the Ruler b**h I shine bright for my whole team Pop bottles get faded Nina Rose is my baby I don't f** with hoes that play basic To the roof-top from the basement And they told me I ain't doing it right if them p**y n***as ain't hating Man they told me I ain't doing it right if them p**y n***as ain't hating But like 'Ye say "We Major" Like Uncle Snoop I get faded Like Michael Jack I'm the baddest Like Ali I'm the greatest Like Money Mitch I get paper Like [?] we made it I made guap with my pager I chop blocks with my razor I think I need me a vacation This hot block still blazing Them crooked cops still riding My OG still banging I lost my mind I can't find it This another cla**ic I promise We started out with nada It was me, Buck and Lil' Johnnie They my brothers from another, I call they momma my momma I was 14 smoking chronic, I was 14 [?] I smiled a lot but wasn't clowning, I prayed a lot Dear Father Had a weed shop in my condo, I was living like no tomorrow I learned a lot from my losses, everybody ain't bosses Everybody ain't faithful, everybody ain't loyal My n***a told me go harder, I kept cash for my lawyer My n***a Mall had a daughter, I treat her just like my daughter But what that is? Good Sense 3